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'I demand to see the wizard,' she announced. 'Pray admit me this instant.'
'He's She beat on the door with renewed vigour, yelling with all the power in her lungs.
A voice by her ear said, 'It won't work. He 'eef very fstubborn.'rather busy at present,' said the face. 'Were you after a love potion?''A what?''I've – we've got a special on Cutwell's Shield of Passion ointment,' said the face, and winked in a startling fashion. 'Provides your wild oats while guaranteeing a crop failure, if you know what I mean.'Keli bridled. 'No,' she lied coldly, 'I do not.''Ramrub? Maidens' Longstop? Belladonna eyedrops?''I demand —''Sorry, we're closed,' said the face, and shut the door. Keli withdrew her foot just in time.She muttered some words that would have amazed and shocked her tutors, and thumped on the woodwork.The tattoo of her hammering suddenly slowed as realisation dawned.He'd seen her! He'd heard her!
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